"How many strengths?"

The four old men's words are temporarily stopped.

They looked at each other in a glance.

After carefully reviewing the scene just now, I pondered for a moment,

Said at the same time.

"Ten percent!"

"Ten percent!"

"Ten percent!"

"Ninety percent!"

Except for the elegant old man, the other three people all extended 100% of the answers.

"Tell me, what conclusions did you draw based on?"

The old director asked casually, as if he was just talking casually.

Hearing this, the bearded old man said first: "The boy did not do his best at the beginning, and he did not feel the pressure until he fought against six o'clock. So he took the lead. Once he tried, he would be like a lion fighting a rabbit, and he would use all his strength."

"At that time, he knew in his heart that if he didn't launch the attack first, let the six people stand in a good position and form a combined attack, it would be unpredictable, so I think he had tried his best."

After hearing him say it, the bald old man added: "In the last game, the boy used the sharpness of winning streak and punched six punches. Each punch gathered his momentum to the peak-peak state. It was obvious that he had done his best."

"agree!"

The old man from the wooden man is still so concise and unwilling to say a word.

But the elegant old man shook his head gently and said, "You are all wrong. According to my observation, he still has the strength to swivel in the last six punches, and calmly resolve the power of the recoil. Judging from this, only 90% of his strength should be used."

"No, I have used all my strength, so how can I revolve? As for the power of the recoil, it is even more nonsense. With that kid's exertion technique, it can completely offset the six recoil forces."

The bearded old man felt that there were many people on his side, and he was brave enough to compete with the elegant old man.

"Even if you cancel each other out, maybe you won't be able to get old and forget this truth, right?"

The elegant old man was not too slow, his mouth was raised lightly, revealing a sign-like mockery.

"Old guy, you have to be embarrassed to say that I am old, we are the same age."

The bearded old man has a wide hair and beard, like a lion shaking his head.

"My month is younger than you. Remember, a day is younger than you."

The elegant old man uses softness to overcome hardness and laughs.

"Okay, what age is? We are talking about it. That boy has played out his strength. When you both, everything has changed."

The bald old man scolded dissatisfiedly, turning the focus of the discussion to the point.

The three of them argued one by one, and I said one by one, and they argued endlessly.

Even the old wooden man kept nodding or shook his head.

Seeing that no one could convince anyone, the four of them turned their heads and looked at the old director habitually.

In the past, whenever this happened, the old director would come forward and make the final decision.

After so many years, it has become a subconscious reaction of the four people.

Seeing this, the old director smiled calmly.

He put down the teacup in his hand and said slowly: "We five are gathering together, this is a sword contest in the building."

The four of them held their breath and waited patiently for the answer.

I saw the old director shook his head gently and said, "To be honest, I can't be sure how much strength he has used."

"Huh!"

The four of them were amazed, their eyes were puzzled.

This is impossible. The old director's strength is even more than them.

Even they can see the clues and speculate on the conclusions.

There is no reason, the old director can't do it.

Then, the old director slowly said: "But as far as I know, your inferences are wrong, absolutely not ten percent, nor ninety percent..."

At this moment, the four of them could no longer help and asked in unison: "How many should it be?"

The old director smiled, slowly raised his right hand, and stretched out five fingers.

"Fifty percent?"

"Absolutely impossible!"

"Just kidding?"

The four of them shook their heads repeatedly, their eyes full of suspicion.

The old wooden man couldn't help but muffled: "Fifty percent impossible!"

Looking at the reactions of the four people, the old director shook his five fingers and smiled leisurely: "I mean, at most, it is only 50%, and it may be lower."

This sentence made the four of them look at each other in shock.

If this is true, the kid only used 50% of his strength just now.

Even compared with the old guys, it is not much inferior.

Let’s think about the age of that boy.

This is almost an impossible paradox.

If the old director hadn't been respectful, the four of them would have been laughing out loud.

"Old Director, aren't you kidding us on purpose?"

The elegant old man asked suspiciously, gritted his teeth.

The other three companions also looked at the old director with the same eyes.

They would rather believe that solar energy comes out from the west than take this seriously.

"If I say that this is just my lower limit judgment on Lin Yu's strength, will you not believe it?"

The old director's calm face was not joking, and it was so serious that people didn't dare to look at it directly.

This sentence made the four of them even more unbelievable.

50% of the strength is still a judgment of the lower limit.

What if it is a limit judgment?

Wouldn't it be said that the four old guys are not Lin Yu's opponents?

It's so ridiculous, it's the funnyest joke they've ever heard in their lifetime.

If this speculation is said, the entire security department will laugh out loud.

Seeing the four people with suspicion, the old director sighed: "You all underestimated him. If the dignified Dragon King of Black Prison is only capable of this, that would be a joke."

The three words "Black Prison Dragon King" sounded like a thunder thunder sounded in the clear sky.

The four of them couldn't help but change their colors and stood up in an instant.

"He!? The Dragon King of Black Prison!?"

...

Night falls.

In a bar, the atmosphere is a bit weird.

I can't hear the noisy music, it's quiet inside.

When I pushed the door and walked in, there were a lot of people.

But these guests did not drink and dance, but gathered together.

Among the crowd, a strong man was talking and frothing.

"You haven't seen each other. The directors of the six major martial arts schools have joined forces to fight Lin Yu."

"After a while, I heard a few loud noises, like firecrackers, which made my ears hurt. Fortunately, I was brave, and some of them were scared to death."

"I plucked up my courage and looked carefully. The six curators were beaten so badly by Lin Yu. Blood was coming out of their mouths and their clothes were broken, almost like the beggar under the overpass."

"Then Lin Yu is really cruel. After winning, he still won, and raised his fists and wanted to continue fighting."

"I looked at this and that's all right. Isn't this trying to kill people? We are all men from Yanjing. In times of crisis, we have to help you no matter how hard we are."

"At that time, I shouted angrily and stopped Lin Yu, then moved him with emotion and reason, and squandered the power of the ox and two tigers. He spoke so hard that he could retreat."

"To tell you the truth, it's not me who brags. It's just that kind of scene, that's me, dares to pluck up the courage to talk to Lin Yu, and the others were already scared and trembled."

"Who are we? The man from Yanjing, even if he dies, he can't lose face."
To be continued...